Night falls for a long time.
After passing through the sandstorm layer for hundreds of miles, the mountain cloud boat stopped in front of the Return Wind Valley. The invisible barrier covering the cloud boat was eliminated. The cloud boat fell to the ground. At this moment, many monks were waiting around it.
Gu Qing and his party, led by Guo Zifeng, got off the mountain Yunzhou.
Guo Zifeng waved his hand and shot out a dark yellow spiritual light. This spiritual light grew in the wind, and in a short time it turned into a wooden crane magical weapon. He made three immortal seedlings sit on it, sacrificed a red flying sword, and stood there in a flash. On top of the flying sword, it rose into the sky together with the wooden crane magical weapon.
The third-level Qi Refining female disciple named Qian on the side, the three similar-looking second-level Qi Refining outer sect male disciples, and Zhao Xun each offered a light yellow paper crane and then rode on it. On top of the paper crane, he swayed into the air and followed behind Guo Zifeng.
"Junior Brother Gu, Junior Sister Ren, I'll take the first step."
Guo Zifeng looked back and nodded towards Gu Qing.
Then, without waiting for Gu Qing's response, he turned into a red stream of light with the flying sword at his feet, and rushed into the vast white mist ahead with a stab, taking with him the three fairy seedlings on the wooden crane magic weapon, and the paper crane riding on it. Several of his junior brothers fled towards the gate of Xianhe Sect.
"Which peak do you usually work on?"
Gu Qing watched Guo Zifeng leave, glanced around a few times, pondered for a moment, turned to Ren Chan and asked.
"Uncle Ling Hong's seventh peak."
Ren Chan responded honestly.
She is now very afraid that this Senior Brother Gu will leave her here. This place is still more than two hundred miles away from the mountain gate of the Xianhe Sect. Two hundred miles away from the mountain road, she is a weak woman without spiritual power. It would take several days to go smoothly, not to mention that the three immortal sects were at odds with each other, especially the disciples of the Jinyang sect, who often had conflicts with their disciples of the Xianhe sect.
I heard that a while ago, a senior brother who had entered the sect a few years earlier than her was abducted by Jinyang sect disciples and tortured severely on the more than 200-mile mountain road back to the Xianhe sect's gate.
Gu Qing's eyes flashed slightly when he heard this.
He was a little worried.
The few outer disciples of the Xianhe Sect over there are from the Sixth Peak. They are working under Uncle Du Yue, who has a rift with Master Ling Hong. Obviously, this little girl cannot be allowed to fall into the hands of those few Xianhe Sect disciples. In the hands of Liufeng's disciples, otherwise even if she is not abolished, I am afraid she will leave some psychological shadow.
At that time, I couldn't play the piano well.
It was a matter of healing. After some thought, Gu Qing decided that it would be better for him to personally send the little girl back to the mountain gate.
"Close your eyes."
Gu Qing said coldly to Ren Chan.
Ren Chan was about to nod when she heard the words, when she felt a strong force coming towards her. She had no time to resist, and her whole body was clamped under Gu Qing's armpits. He flew across the mountains like lightning. The strong wind that came in front of her made her unable to speak. , as if two chopsticks were inserted into her nose, she retched again and again. It took more than half an hour for Ren Chan, whose hair was blown into chaos, to escape from the uncomfortable feeling. She gasped and opened her eyes. Eye.
"Go back to the Sixth Peak by yourself. I will look for you in a few days."
The dead-faced voice remained cold.
Ren Chan looked up and saw the mountain gate of the Xianhe Sect in front of him.
The Xianhe Sect is sitting on a dozen peaks in front of it. The sect is surrounded by an illusory white barrier. This white illusory barrier is the top-grade spiritual weapon Void Spirit Cauldron controlled by the Xianhe Sect. The Seven Evil Gangfeng Formation is one body and is extremely difficult to break.
"Senior Brother Gu..."
She looked to her side again, and Gu Qing was no longer there.
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Underground in the Return Wind Valley, the fourth-order spiritual veins are entrenched, branching out into countless branches and gathering a massive amount of spiritual energy from heaven and earth.
There are hundreds of miles of fertile fields in the valley, with mountains and mountains, spiritual plants like grass, and colorful clouds rising and falling. Only when you look closely can you see that there are all kinds of spiritual beasts flying around. Covered by the vast white mist, it looks like a fairyland in the sky at first glance.
There are three immortal sects in the valley, and the place where they meet in the center is a cultivation center where tens of thousands of monks are active all year round. This Hui Feng Valley cultivation center is one of the largest cultivation centers in the country.
Nearly an hour had passed when Gu Qing rushed to the cultivation workshop using the third form of Qingxi Sword Technique with Dragon Sword Steps.
Feeling that more than 20% of the spiritual power in his body had been lost, Gu Qing avoided the monks coming and going, found a place with dense trees, and turned around. He was already wearing a black robe and bamboo hat, which was the breathing robe.
Under the cover of the black mist rising from the breath-covering robe, Gu Qing could hardly breathe out. This was a perfect breath-covering robe, and it was also one of the twenty-seven low-grade magical artifacts that Gu Qing had previously harvested.
Wearing a breathing robe, Gu Qing walked into the Cultivation Workshop like other monks and seemed to be wandering around.
This time, the Xiuzhen Dafang in Fenggu is a little more fairy-like than the Chihu Fang in Huaining County.
The shops are built like small caves, stretching out for an unknown distance. There are also many monks setting up stalls. Next to all the stalls, there is a mahogany sign covered with densely packed small characters. The stall owners often sit cross-legged in the stalls. After that, he either held the spiritual sand or the spiritual stone and closed his eyes to practice. Only when a monk came to the stall to inquire, did he open his eyes and talk in a low voice to the cultivator who came to inquire.
The stalls are far apart, and the small cave-like shops are even further apart.
Therefore, it was extremely quiet in this cultivation workshop.
Gu Qing wandered around for half an hour before returning to the entrance of Cultivation Forum.
On the left side of the entrance to the Xiuzhen Dafang, there was a main hall with deep vegetation and pitch-black ink. Above the door were three large characters 'Return to the Wind Fang'. Gu Qing walked in and lined up behind a group of monks.
In front of him was a short and thin cultivator, his face uncovered.
"Why should Xiang Jia take 30% of our profits? Ah!"
This short and thin cultivator was spitting and scolding the Xiang family of Huaining County together with the several cultivators in front of him.
"That's right! What nonsense is this from Xiangjia? The three immortal sects in Huifeng Valley only charge 20% of our profits, but Xiangjia dares to charge 30%. Is it possible that Xiangjia wants to be superior to the three immortal sects?"
"Hey! The Xiang family dares to bully us monks in the early and middle stages of Qi refining. Those monks in the late stage of Qi refining set up stalls, and the Xiang family only charges 10% of the profit. If there are foundation-building monks setting up stalls, then Xiang Jia only received a few low-grade spiritual stones as a token fee..."
After hearing a few words, Gu Qing felt enlightened.
The few monks in front of them all took the Xiangjia Mountain Yunzhou and came here to set up stalls in the Fenggu Cultivation Workshop.
Not only did they have to pay 20% of the unearned profits in the main hall of "Returning to the Wind", but they had already paid 30% of the unearned profits at Xiangjia Xiu.
Before the things are sold, half of the profits are handed over. The monks at the bottom of the cultivation world are so miserable.
If you don't want to give it to Xiang Jia, that's okay.
As long as you don't take Xiangjia's mountain cloud boat to the major Xiuzhenfang cities in Yeguo in the future, you don't have to hand over Xiangjia's share, or you can put all the goods you want to sell into storage bags. In order to avoid it, naturally there is no need to hand it over to Xiang Jia.
"Brother Zhou, stop talking."
A pleasant female voice came from the front. Gu Qing looked closely and saw that it was He Qing, the beautiful woman from the He family.
It's really fate.
He Qing's condition was obviously not good.
Her eyes were full of bloodshot eyes and her aura was slightly frivolous. This woman's recent training must have been somewhat unsatisfactory. That's right. This woman had previously vouched for the dead ghost Ji Chen at the Hundred Beasts Store, so Ji Chen rented out the first-order spiritual beast dragon. The Dragon-backed Goshawk and the middle-grade beast-controlling weapon, and now the Dragon-backed Goshawk and the middle-grade beast-controlling weapon have fallen into her hands. This woman is afraid that she will lose all her family wealth.
Gu Qing withdrew his gaze in time without attracting the woman's attention.
After queuing for a quarter of an hour, it was Gu Qing's turn.
“What is sold is worth what it is.”
Arriving in front of a black counter that was more than ten feet long, an old man with gray hair standing behind him spoke indifferently.
Gu Qing glanced at the slowly closing stone door behind him, waited until it was completely closed, then brushed the storage bag at his waist and took out the elixirs, talismans and several array disks that had been sorted into three categories.
"Oh? There's a lot of stuff."
The gray-haired old man nodded silently.
"According to the market price, the total price of the items taken out by fellow Taoist is one thousand five hundred and fifty-two low-grade spiritual stones. Calculating the profit at 25%, it is three hundred and eighty-eight low-grade spiritual stones. Seventy-eight pieces are drawn. Low-grade spiritual stone." His consciousness swept over the object Gu Qing took out, and the old man's tone did not change after more than ten breaths.
"Fellow Taoist, wait a moment."
Gu Qing spoke hoarsely, put away the elixirs, talismans and several array disks respectively, then brushed the storage bag at his waist and took out the valuable sundries that were previously divided into three categories.
The gray-haired old man frowned slightly.
"According to the market price, the value of the items taken out by fellow Taoist is 553 low-grade spiritual stones. Calculating the profit at 2.5%, it is 138 low-grade spiritual stones. Twenty-eight low-grade spiritual stones are extracted. .”
After a few breaths, his tone was slightly strange.
It’s not that I was surprised that the black-robed monk in front of me took out these things, but I was very curious about the size of the black-robed monk’s storage bag. Among the miscellaneous items, there were two jars of spiritual fruit wine and three hundred kilograms of fine forged iron. It can hold so many things, at least it is a storage bag with more than five square meters of space.
"Fellow Taoist, wait a moment."
Gu Qing spoke hoarsely again and put away these sundries.
Then he brushed the storage bag at his waist again, and this time took out the twenty-six low-grade magic weapons except for the breathing robe he was wearing. When the old man saw this, his pupils shrank, and he raised his eyes to look at Gu Qing.
"According to the market price, the value of the items taken out by fellow Taoist is two thousand two hundred and fifty low-grade spiritual stones. The profit is calculated as 2.5%, which is 562 low-grade spiritual stones. One hundred and twelve pieces are drawn. Low-grade spiritual stone." This time the old man scanned them one by one with his spiritual consciousness, and a full moment passed before he responded.
Gu Qing put away the twenty-six low-grade magical artifacts and brushed them against the storage bag at his waist. The old man watched his movements closely.
Seeing that Gu Qing had taken out 218 pieces of low-grade spirit stones, the old man was relieved. He put away the 218 pieces of low-grade spirit stones, and erected a half-person tall stone from under the black counter that was more than ten feet tall. On the mahogany sign, Gu Qing burned the things he had just taken out one by one with his spiritual consciousness. On the mahogany sign, densely packed small characters quickly appeared. The right side was the name of the item for sale, and the left side was the selling price.
This selling price is the average price in the market and is only of some reference value.
When the old man finished recording, another quarter of an hour passed.
Gu Qing took the mahogany sign handed over by the old man, injected spiritual power into it, checked it, turned and left without saying a word.
After walking out of the stone door in the main hall, Gu Qing ignored the strange looks from other monks and put the mahogany sign into his storage bag. He walked out of the "Returning to the Wind" main hall and wandered around again.
Today, Xiangjia's Shanyue Yunzhou carried thousands of monks from nearby Huaining County to the Cultivation Center. Therefore, the number of monks in the Cultivation Center at this time was slightly more than usual.
"Just right here."
He stopped next to a stall selling spiritual sand, moved a few large flat stones from a distance, put them together and set them aside. Then he brushed the storage bag around his waist and took out the three items he had sorted out earlier. The elixirs, magic talismans and several formation disks were taken out and placed on these big rocks.
He took out the mahogany sign and inserted it into the hard earth and stone with a bang. Gu Qing threw out the futon and sat down behind his makeshift stall. He brushed the storage bag on his waist again and took out a Yushu Pill and drank it. He held more than thirty ounces of water spiritual sand in his hands and started practicing on his own.
"This stack of ice storm talismans can be sold for twenty-five low-grade spiritual stones?"
Soon a monk came forward to inquire.
"Can."
Gu Qing opened his eyes, lowered his voice and responded hoarsely.
The female cultivator at the third level of Qi Refining who originally spoke with the intention of stepping forward to ask looked a little more happy.
This ice storm talisman is a first-level low-grade spiritual talisman. Usually a stack of ten pieces is sold for twenty-eight low-grade spiritual stones. If it is sold for a single piece, it is three low-grade spiritual stones. She wants to sell it for twenty-five. I wanted to buy a stack of low-grade spiritual stones and a stack of ice storm talismans, but I had already hit a wall at several stalls before.
Then she became a little suspicious.
It’s sold so cheaply, so there won’t be any problems, right?
Glancing at the mahogany sign beside her, she felt relieved and happily paid the spirit stones to buy the stack of ice storm talismans.
After the female cultivator left, Gu Qing put away the spirit stone and closed his eyes again.
